Friday
End of the workweek.
Beginning of Super Bowl Weekend.
Selah.

It snowed tonight. I called my dad to share that with him. He told me how cold it is in the house where he’s staying (he’s currently in L.A.); he then laughed and said “You know, [I don’t] do well in the cold.” I told him that I think that trait is genetic.

Coffee and dinner were good tonight. We didn’t find anything as amusing as The Idiot’s Guide to Tantric Sex this week, but the cover of Picture had something of an upskirt shot on the cover that had me exclaiming “Crotch!” every once in a while… similar to the time that Land stood up and blurted out “Penis” at the REC (in the Quote of the Day).

Stray Toasters

You’d think that having been up for 20 hours that I would be far more tired than I am. I don’t know if I’ve caught my “second wind” or not, but I should probably make an effort to get some sleep.

Namaste.